A father's love for his children far surpasses any other love. The daughter whom he spoils with no regrets from her first breath to his last. The way she held your finger as the first steps were taken, and how her voice remained in your head when you were apart. A father's love for his daughter continued to grow as she became a teen and a young lady living her life, but always finding time for an ice cream cone with daddy. He smiles as he remembers her as an infant lying on his chest, her little breaths gently rising and falling with his every breath. Tea parties in a chair he barely fit in, and bedtime stories when he caught her staring at him with a smile on her beautiful face. She grew up, and he grew old, but the bond between them never faded; it grew stronger as he watched her dreams come true. Now it's a tea party with chairs he fits and stories from the heart, not a bedtime tale. She was, and always will be, his little girl. He was meant to spoil her with pink canopy beds and princess bikes. She is his reason for wanting to grow old and spoil her daughter, his granddaughter, who looks remarkably like her mom. I read her bedtime stories and see her mom's eyes staring at me, as if it were yesterday, and I fall in love all over again.
A father's love for his son goes beyond toy trucks and baseball games. It's understood that dad is the teacher and the son is the student. Dad becomes larger than life, and every lesson learned is locked away in a vault to be opened only if needed. You smiled as he grew, wanting to dress like you, talk like you, and even walk like you. One memory you held onto was you changing the oil in your truck with him right beside you, lying on the garage floor, handing you the tools you needed, proud of himself for remembering which tool was what. With the job completed, father and son wiped the grease from their hands and went inside, as mom laughed with love, seeing her men covered in oil stains and with two huge smiles. As he grew up and being with dad wasn't always the first choice, he saw some of himself in his son, and pride filled his heart. As a young man, he knew his calling and pursued it until he mastered it, climbing the ladder to success and reaching the top at a very young age. They didn't talk every day because he had a career and two children that kept him busy, but out of the blue, he'd call his dad, catch up on life, and ask if he needed anything. Again, his pride swelled, and his love grew. Time flies past you, and one day you find yourself in need of some help that he gives without thinking about it. You realize that your son has grown up to be a good man, a good dad with a huge heart, and you hold back tears realizing the lessons taught were truly learned, and you couldn't be more proud.
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